Chapter 112 Girls’ School Book
The wind and rain blow outside Zuijun Tower, but the inside of Zuijun Tower is as beautiful as peach blossoms.
Zhu Pingan was dragged into Zuijun Tower by the villagers with a piece of broken black board between his legs and a cloth bag slung across his body. He was wet all over and looked like a drowned rat.
At first glance, I saw the talented and beauties chasing and laughing in the building. Looking up, I could also see some beautifully dressed women sitting alone or in groups laughing and competing upstairs. , the laughter of the daughter’s family reached the ears along with the sound of silk and bamboo.
Zhu Pingan, who looked like a drowned rat, seemed out of place with everything in the building and was extremely conspicuous.
"Oh, who's passionate young master is this? He came here in the wind and rain without holding an umbrella." Scholar."
"You come here to play at such a young age, I don’t know if it’s useful or not.”
My daughter’s family upstairs, who was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, was the first to see Zhu Ping’an who was like a drowned rat. They couldn’t help but wave their slender hands one by one, pointing at them, and finally covered them one by one. A series of silver bell-like laughter burst out from his red lips.
The laughter of the daughter's family attracted the attention of other people in the building. The well-dressed males glanced at the newly entered Zhu Ping'an and saw his appearance like a drowned rat, with the black wooden board under his arms. And the simple clothes, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I dared to come to Zuijun Tower like this. I probably didn't even have enough money in my pocket to drink three glasses of wine! So, he stopped paying attention and continued to talk about life and ideals with the beautiful woman in his arms.
The place is full of feasting and feasting, exuding a rotten atmosphere.
Zhu Pingan shook his head gently, and followed the villagers' pull upstairs. The villagers seemed to be quite anxious. After entering the building, they did not allow Zhu Pingan to take a breath and squeeze the water on his clothes, and then directly Pulling Zhu Pingan and running upstairs.
The upstairs is a unique place, and the decoration is more sentimental. The women upstairs are much more beautiful than those downstairs, and the men upstairs are also more tasteful than those downstairs.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an went upstairs, he heard a tearful call coming from the distance:
"Xie'er, my family has a great horse, and my uncle has been waiting for you to come. ”
Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw his uncle squeezed out from a group of luxuriously dressed people. After seeing him, his uncle looked happy and opened his hands with unprecedented enthusiasm.
Uh
The disaster must be serious.
This is Zhu Pingan's first feeling. This is not groundless. Every time the uncle's enthusiasm is always accompanied by bad luck. My great horse? Are you speaking out of conscience? Have you forgotten the words of experience that you always talk about?
"Brother Wang, I'm done." The uncle walked quickly, walked up to Zhu Ping'an and the villagers, and bowed deeply to the villagers.
Behind the uncle was a fellow countryman and the uncle's fat friend. When they saw Zhu Ping'an, they looked like they were seeing a savior.
“Now that I’m here, I’ll compose this poem, but don’t use any messy verses to stain the eyes of our girls’ school.”
“That’s right, our girls’ school can Not everyone can see it.”
“ The one who boasted about being able to pass the government case attracted our girls’ school secretary, but the verses that he racked his brains about were slanderous.”
There was a noise in the crowd in the distance, and then several people came over and took Zhu Ping’an and The uncle and others gathered among the group of luxuriously dressed people. Most of this group of luxuriously dressed people are scholars, young masters from wealthy families or young masters from merchant families who are keen on this. There are also some familiar faces, and there are a few whom I have met at the Jingxian Poetry Meeting.
This group of people gathered around a high platform. Sitting on the high platform was an elegantly dressed girl, covered with a veil, but with a pair of eye-catching eyes exposed. The girl's temperament was as elegant as ink. She held a guqin in her slender hand, trying to hide it. It gives people a well-known sense of temptation.
Is this the girl's school book that everyone said? Zhu Ping'an just glanced at it casually and stopped paying attention. He just looked at the table in front of everyone, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. In a corner of the desk, there are several pieces of incense rice paper with poems written on them. It is vaguely visible that the words on the top are the words of the uncle: The school girl is born so delicate that the fairy from heaven comes down to earth.
Uh
Uncle’s poems are really good.
From the urging voices of the onlookers, Zhu Pingan also understood the ins and outs of the matter.
It turns out that after the results of the government test were released yesterday, the uncle and others were stimulated, so they met here to have a drink and hold hands to soothe the depression in their hearts. I originally asked my sister, whom I had known a while ago, to stay with me, and it would be nice to laugh and have a glass of wine. Unexpectedly, this day happened to be the day when Mo'er, the popular oiran of Zuijun Tower, opened the door once a month to welcome guests. .
Scholars, students, young masters of noble families all came forward, wanting to see her beauty and kiss her. Although the oiran Mo'er opened the door to greet the guests, she only played the piano and chatted, but even so, The crowd was excited and angry, the rich spent money like water, and the talented ones wrote poems and lyrics on the spot just to get the chance to get along with the courtesan Mo'er.
Oiran Mo'er has a reputation for talent, as can be seen from her stage name Mo'er. People admire her and call her the "girls school girl". She always wears a veil when welcoming guests, and there is no exception. But it stimulated the curiosity of men even more and became a hit.
The uncle and others also gathered around and saw Mo'er wearing a veil. The hormones came up all of a sudden. She was so beautiful with the veil on. If she took off the veil, she would be as gorgeous as a fairy.
So the uncle, who had had a few glasses of wine, got excited. He had no money, but he was talented. After all, he was much more talented than his thirteen-year-old nephew, so in order to outshine him, These students and scholars, the uncle screamed and said that he and others were far more talented than Zhu Ping'an, who was ranked first on the list today. He boasted that he and others would compose a poem that would make the school girl willingly take off her veil. Why, how, what? Ground.
The oiran Mo'er always wears a veil to welcome guests, without exception. Everyone has long wanted to see his true appearance, and after hearing the uncle's heroic words, they all agreed.
"Okay."
Oiran Mo'er smiled sweetly, adding fuel to the fire.
The uncle wrote a poem, not to mention Mo'er, the courtesan of the "girls' school book". Even the onlookers didn't buy it. What kind of level is this? I dare to say that my talent is better than today's mansion. Head of case.
"I am too drunk and my strength is weak, but what I said is true. Zhu Ping'an, the head of the case today, is my nephew. I only taught him for a while while studying. My nephew Then he took the exam First. If I had not been a child and did not have to take the county examination, I am afraid that my nephew would not have been so lucky." Under the sighs of everyone, the uncle was not afraid at all. He sat down from the case and talked, quite like a famous person. Qi.
What the uncle was talking about just now was all of us, and he pulled several people from the same village on board the boat. Everyone wanted to see the true face of Mo'er, the oiran. The oiran spoke up today, and he couldn't miss the opportunity, so he asked the villagers and others to write poems. The result was the same, and the villagers also imitated the uncle and blamed him for being too drunk.
Everyone refused, and Mo'er reluctantly spoke. He couldn't miss the opportunity, and he refused to give up to his uncle and others.
The uncle and others racked their brains and thought of a few more poems, but they only made them laugh. They were urged by everyone and couldn't get off the stage. Everyone with hormones started to attack them personally. The students and scholars suppressed the backers and even got pregnant. Ning County was humiliated together.
Everyone refused
Uncle and others could not get off the stage
As a result, Zhu Pingan was pushed out by his uncle and others. (End of this chapter)